The weapons, he finds, seem oddly at home on her. In a way that he wouldn't have necessarily expected upon having talked with her yesterday. It ... just works on her and she moves with such purpose that you almost don't question the ensemble.

When she moves, he follows. Han's own walk has that touch of a swagger in it. It matched the persona he often adopted as a teenager and then again when he began smuggling. Bravado. The defense mechanism that serves the Captain well most of the time.

"No." He admits, keeping up. The long legs help in that regard. "Is that what we're doing first?"